Welcome back and I am glad to hear a good time was had by all!

Lovely write-up, thanks for sharing.

Robbo, I'll be back but you were tripping right over us. Yes that is Pinnacle Rock (did you sit in the chair?) and the cottage in the distance was a relative's of Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain. And Carl Jung ran around naked just around the corner....

And it looks like Mr. P and I did once rent your house for 2 weeks. Which you know what that means...

"It got wierd." - that evil doctor in Austin Powers

Welcome back! I didn't know llamas were battery powered, but all the same I'm glad you're recharged. :)

Looks like you had a ball - and being able to split time between doing and sitting sounds sublime.

Thankee, all. Mrs. P., as Keanu Reeves would say, "Whoa." I thought of you as we tramped up Washington Street on our way back from the Stairs.

Robbo, when you and I first discussed the possibility of your house being the house we rented, I was honestly to say, "is there a little blue grey cottage off to the right of it?" (There was also another much smaller brick red one too in the vicinity) Now when I was a summer girl (translation : teenager) that blue grey cottage was owned by a man of the cloth. Is it still? One of his daughters made a small fortune by mowing lawns all summer long. She had long blonde hair and a little Volkswagon Rabbit and she drove all over both islands mowing each day. Her younger sister was very popular with the island boys... I contemplated driving over to that house and knocking on the door and asking if this was the residence of Robbo the llama butcher but then I decided what happens on the blog should stay on the blog.

Washington Avenue? Robbo, as you drove down Washington Aveune, right past the old yellow frame house (Coffin family) you would have come very quickly to a fork in the road made out of rose hips and behind that a very old frame house that was in the process of receiving new clapboards in June. That is old Captain Sinnett's house. That is the house my late grandfather's maiden aunts knocked on the door of the day they visited the island in 1911. They had been told after making inquiries at the dock and general store that he was selling off parcels of his apple orchard. Captain Sinnett walked them down through his apple orchard and out to the ocean with one of those y shaped sticks. They walked about until the stick pointed towards the ground. When it did, Captain Sinnett said, "Here's your well. I'll sell you this piece of land." It was something as ridiculous as a couple of hundred of dollars. If you had walked down Barker Point road, Maiden lane would have come up very quickly on your left and then you would have gone around a very small bend and down towards the water's edge. There you would have seen the remains of the orchard with 2 of the apple trees still left on the right. That's where I grew up playing as that where our homes are. That little Episcopal Chapel was where we went to services every Sunday. Our dogs would howl through all the hymns because my grandmother always sang off key and she was the loudest singer. She took the entire congregation off key with her and our dogs were bright enough to figure this out. We used to be laughing in the hymns....

I read Mr. P all the things you did during your time there. He looked at me and said "How would we have ever met him"? I said, "Well, technically, I think he would have just ran right past us..."

Mr. P and I really do nothing when we're there. I think you accomplished more in one week than I have in all my summers there. We sit on the porch and watch the waves go by.

Ah, the "Grey" as we call it. It's no longer owned by a man of the cloth, but by a retired military fellah, who knocked down the slightly larger cottage just to the right of it and built a new "modern" residence slightly up the hill. Rumor has it that he employed one of the shiftiest contractors in the area, who has since gone bankrupt and had his licenses revoked, so we expect the place to slide into the sea every time a nor'easter strikes.

Do you still have that very preety low stone wall? It was that wall in the photo sent to us by Your Island Connection that made me take your place. Also I had spent so little time on your island I wanted to explore it. The walk at low tide around to Will's Gut and the bridge is marvelous.

Robbo, you're probably saying what a small world but let's make it even smaller...

That cottage in the background of the photo that I said was the one related by either marriage or friendship to Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain has a doyenne in residence these days. That doyenne went to Wellesley in the '40's. She was there with Mr. P's old latin teacher. Now that's a small world isn't it? Wait it gets even smaller...

The doyenne had two roommates at Wellesley. One lives here. Very unknowingly, she and I became friends and the connection was then discovered. She and all of her children have stayed several times in that cottage since the '60's. More than that this roommate has a sister. The sister lives one block up from us here (or did until recently). This sister lives diagonally across the street of one of Patum Peperium's readers' mother-in-law. That reader lives about 800 miles away from us...

The other roommate at Wellesley had a family home in Penboscot Bay. Before we lived here, a relative of mine purchased that home out of an ad placed in DownEast. Sometime before the house was sold to my relative, a boat that had been owned by that roommate's father that had always been anchored there, was sold to a fella up in Northeast Harbor who turned it into a boat tourists could go out on, for a fee, along the Somes Sound. Mr. P and I for years and years rented a home on a point of land on Somes Sound. That boat would sail past us almost daily as we laid out on the hammock or sat on the porch reading.

These are the sorts of connections your descendents have to look forward too...

Welcome back, Robbo. Glad a good time was had by all.

Excellent sandcastle, btw.